Thirteen Days to Midnight by PATRICK CARMAN

Author:PATRICK CARMAN [CARMAN, PATRICK]
Format: epub
Tags: JUV001000
ISBN: 9780316088800
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2010-04-12T00:00:00+00:00

The next morning, Father Tim caught me at the front door of the church house and asked me about his robe. I’d left it in a wet pile on my floor, where it was bound to smell musty by the time he got back, he pointed out. Sighing, I slipped back upstairs, taking care to avoid the kitchen scene. I’d had enough of Father Frank, Father David, and Father Joe standing around the coffee pot, scratching everything, blowing their noses and checking out the damage on their grubby handkerchiefs, and asking a string of pointless questions. Give them an inch and they’d gobble up twenty minutes without batting an eye.

On my way back out, I squeezed past Father Tim and smelled the mossy air outside. “Did they figure out how the fire started?” I asked, stepping out onto the weed-infested cracks of the front steps.

“I think the cat was involved,” answered Father Tim, his funny bone still active even if he looked like the walking dead. He patted me on the shoulder and added, “Pretty old wiring in that place. It’s amazing nothing happened sooner. Count our blessings no one got hurt.”

“Yeah.”

He pulled off his glasses and wiped them on a tiny rag he kept in the pocket of his black pants.

“Amazing how Oh came out. No coughing, no burns, nothing. You could do worse than date a girl like that. She’s hardy.”

He looked at me, and if I didn’t know better, I’d have guessed he was looking for a reaction of some kind.

“I’m not exactly sure how to take that,” I said. “You mean hardy like a Norwegian farmwife?”

“No, I mean she’s got vitality.”

He said it like he was really happy I’d found someone to take my mind off everything that had happened.

“Plus she’s hot,” I said.

“You got me there.”

I started to walk away, but he wasn’t done talking yet.

“Can we talk later, maybe after school?”

“Uh, yeah, sure—let me check with Milo, see what’s up. Maybe you should take a nap between now and then.”

“You read my mind.”

I just hoped that Father Tim couldn’t read mine.

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